I talk. I can talk a lot. An irritating torrent of verbiage can flood out of my mouth on a variety of topics. Some caught in the current may be entertained, perhaps even informed on whatever topic the rant du jour is about. Others simply roll their eyes and simply think the monologue is some artifact of personal idiosyncrasy.
However, there are times that I love to have others make my point for me. Unlike many other comics, I am not an attention whore. I do not need to be in the center of the action all the time. It should also be noted that I'm somewhat lazy, and always appreciate another person to help in the heavy lifting. For example, I was at a party the other day with my wife, and we were talking about our chickens and what to do with them when we move in a few weeks. I'm for the stock pot; she is for a farm. My friend was more than willing to argue that the stock pot option is more in concert to our original plan regarding the final destination for the birds. I shut up and let that logic train roll down the line.
To be totally honest I find nothing more satisfying than listening to a faith-based rhetorical foe saying all sorts of crazy things -- especially in front of an audience. It's as if they are doing public relations work pro bono for atheism.
Take this for example.
And let's be honest -- religious people love talking the crazy. They are always a few syllables away from saying something that will shock and may give a la carte Christians (Jews, Muslims, etc.) reason to reflect on how insane the notion of a sociopathic Sky Fairy really is. What parent wants to hear that his or her two week old child deserved to die yesterday?
Keep talking, fundamentalists.
The general population will eventually recognize that your god is more at home in a Saw movie than a civilized society.
This is Purgatory.